A wife uses a new psychological technique to dedicate her husbands arousal patterns to her and gain complete control of him. Actual case study.
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DEDICATED AROUSAL FIXATION: THE TRUEST FORM OF SUBJUGATION AND CONTROL OF A MAN What is Dedicated Arousal Fixation? This describes a psychological program in which a man is programmed so that he is incapable of responding sexually to anything or anybody but what the programmer decides. How I accomplished it. After 5 years of marriage my husband Bill became dissatisfied with our sex life. I had gained weight and he began complaining. He also was missing blow jobs and badgering me mercilessly about that as well. He began to ogle and leer at other women and if he hadn't cheated already, I knew that it was just a matter of time before he did. I was very tired of the constant insult to me and tired of having to monitor and be responsible for his primitive animal urges. As a clinical psychologist, I have a great deal of experience at programming various organisms. Whether it is lab rats, pigeons, rhesus monkeys, plenaria or men, it is all the same process. Men are actually easier than most of the other species I have listed since their sexual urges are so strong and indiscriminate. I began a conditioning program to focus his sexual arousal toward me alone. I took him away for the weekend to a vacation resort in off season. I hired several women to serve as aversive conditioning stimuli. I carefully chose women with the ridiculous anorexic body shape that I had noticed him focusing on over the past several years of our marriage. It was easy to get women to help me. I told them what I was attempting to do and that he was a womanizing sex addict who had cheated on his wife with hundreds of women and even had committed several acts of acquaintance rape. I told them about how he had put his wife at risk of numerous venereal diseases and infections. If it wasn't true at the time, it was just a matter of time before he did stoop to such behaviors. The young women were eager to help me curb the abuses of at least one womanizing philanderer. They were selected from the staff at the resort, and local cocktail lounges and were all very skinny and what most men seem to find attractive. They all had plenty of experience being harassed by pathetic married men and some had been raped before so they were excited about the project. Some agreed to do it without pay. Each morning I would seduce my husband as I dressed to go down to the continental breakfast. I would time it so that I had to cut it short so as not to miss the breakfast. I'd make sure that I stopped just short of him achieving orgasm. I would tell him of my plans for shopping so that he would know that I would not be returning for some time. Just before leaving I would put out a Dr. Pepper for him, his favorite drink. I'd place a teaspoon of syrup of ipecac, a powerful emetic available at any drug store in his Dr. Pepper. Syrup of ipecac is used to promote vomiting when someone has accidentally ingested a poison. I'd leave the room and several minutes later one of the young women would arrive. Each had a variety of reasons for coming to the room each successive day. Some posed as maids, some as room service servers with mistaken deliveries and one claimed to be hiding from her angry boyfriend. They each took a great deal of interest in seducing Bill and some demonstrated a great deal of creativity. Knowing that Bill posed absolutely no threat to them and that he would be rendered incapable of completing any sexual act, seemed to give each of the girls a sense of power and safety. Each took their job seriously and put forth a great deal of effort in planning their seduction. They picked out favorite pieces of lingerie, swim suits, camisoles, lavish bra and panty sets and sexy dresses, heels and stifling perfumes. They each used their experience of what outfits caused men to make the biggest asses of themselves and used them to the fullest. They would wait a brief time after I had left the room and would gain entry with their respective cover stories. My suspicions about my husband's willingness to cheat were correct. None of the girls had any problem getting him to let them in. They would begin to seduce my husband and allow him to become just barely aroused. They could use trips to the bathroom to "put in birth control" or "slip into something sexy" to halt the progression of arousal. While they were in the bathroom Bill would invariably drink from his Dr. Pepper. With no more than one or two interruptions to go to the bathroom, Bill had usually consumed enough soda laced with syrup of ipecac to cause him to begin violent vomiting. They would return just as he was looking green and weak and they would be ready to give him the "time of his greatest dreams". Each time he was never able to do any thing more than puke. He was never able to complete a single sexual act with any of the score of skinny beauty queens and barbie dolls I sent to him. They each left him holding his gut and kneeling over a waste basket acting as if they were so very disappointed to have missed out on a great time with such a hunk. Each time, I timed my arrival to the time when the nausea was subsiding. I could then be there to comfort him and offer positive rewards just as he was feeling better. Although he had a greatly reduced interest in sex, I would allow him inside of me and ensure that he had an orgasm finally. In this way, I made sure that all of the encounters with the beauty queens and barbie dolls were totally unpleasant and aversive and that sexual satisfaction was achieved only with me. I made sure that the seductresses represented a wide range of appearances. I had tall girls, petite girls, large breasted, small breasted, blondes, redheads, brunettes and some of several different races. This ensured that his revulsion to other women would be complete and wide based. The girls became enthused by the project beyond my wildest dreams. They shared it with girlfriends at a local college, a sorority house and a strip club in town. Women heard that they could help correct a womanizing, philandering, rapist and every girl who had ever been repulsed by some middle aged man slobbering over them or who had ever had a date force himself on her, flocked to offer help. I would meet occasionally for drinks with some of the girls and they delighted in sharing their stories about seeing Bill doubled over in a puddle of puke trying desperately to act the part of the Don Juan and unable to even touch their silky stocking covered legs or bury his face in their supple breasts, without becoming even more nauseous. They planned new outfits, shared ideas and sexy pieces of lingerie and laughed at his pathetic attempts to assault them with his libidinal urges. It was a hard couple of weeks for Bill. He couldn't figure out why he was getting sick so much or why he could no longer get aroused by skinny young women, or any woman, but me. He has since concluded that he's developed an allergy to Dr. Pepper. He quickly began to dread the sight of young girls at the door. Of course, the persistence of the male libido being what it is, he kept trying long after he had become incapable of having erections in their presence. The training went on for two weeks and included 28 women, including some who requested to return for repeat "attempts". After about 19 or 20 women Bill became incapable of even gaining erections with any of the women. Some of the women enjoyed handling a penis that could not respond no matter how much they caressed it or rubbed it up against there panties or breasts. It seemed to be particularly empowering and therapeutic for the girls who had experienced rape at some time in their life or whose mothers had been left by philandering husbands. Soon Bill became very somber docile and clingy to me. He seems to take comfort in the arousal that he can still experience for my rotund body. He no longer leers at other women and actually seems a bit reluctant to gaze at other women at all. He will make eye contact only briefly with waitresses and store clerks. Women comment on how devoted he seems to me and some women seem frustrated with the lack of response from him when they attempt to flirt with him. If a woman attempts to have a prolonged interaction with him that is anything but totally void of any element of attraction, Bill becomes anxious and develops a fluttery stomach. At these times, he finds me wherever I am and comes to my side like a dutiful puppy. In bed, he is an incredibly attentive and doting lover. He is surprised himself at how much adoration he feels toward my body. Whenever I gain a few more pounds and become more noticeably heavy, his near worship level of attraction toward me seems to intensify. Whenever he badgers me to have his penis in my mouth, I let him know that it is not an option and I allude to thoughts of divorce. He then becomes very scared and snuggles close for comfort and reassurance like a little boy. He fears being left alone and knows that he would never be able to achieve orgasm with any other woman. I can't recommend this treatment program enough to other women, especially large women such as myself. I can't tell you how much control it gives you over your man. I very rarely allow him to put his penis inside of me, only when I want it for myself. He has become happy to be allowed to kiss and fondle my large bottom, hips and thighs while he masturbates. His pleasure at these activities are almost at the level of worship and the bigger I am the more he likes it now. I have demonstrated that this can be an effective means to make a man more socially appropriate and a better husband. Marla